Love fushias and crysaths. Remind me of my grandparents just not right for my garden. My Gran sdidn't have any lavender or lavender purfume so I only think of bees and summer rather than old ladies.
Heathers are pretty as long as they are not those awful spray painted one sold as bedding plants in the autumn.
I love London Pride, it reminds me of my childhood and I never tire of looking really closely at the flowers.
Dahlias have been 'back' in a big way for years - about 15 years ago I remember everyone raving about Bishop of Llandaff, but people weren't looking beyond that one much. Now people seem to be much more open to them. I like them (again they remind me of my childhood) but I'm not big on stuff you have to dig up.
I always thnk of fuchsias as old fashioned, though I'm sort of fond of them in a nostalgic way. The only kind I would give garden room are the bushy, tiny flowered kind.
Pampas grass in the middle of the front garden, anyone?
'If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.'
Geraniums remind me of my Nan and granddads farmhouse way back when, the place was swarming with them. If I smell one now it takes me straight back to being a little girl sat in a stone step watching the chickens
Old fashioned flowers - as children we each had a tiny patch of earth in the garden to grow whatever we wanted to. I grew hollyhocks, my sister grew love in a mist Nigella. I found a sycamore seedling which I transplanted into my plot of earth. My brother & sister had done the same & eventually my father had their two sycamore trees transplanted - as they had grown into large trees so very quickly - I wonder what happened to my tree when we moved house?
I'm Dahlia daft. I have no idea how many I have. I just can't help buying more and more. Although I did buy three Glory of Heemstede last year and didn't like them so I gave them away.
Also Lilies, Hostas and Geraniums are welcome among others.
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I live in an old people's seaside town so heathers, mini conifers and 70's plants are de rigeur. The horrors abound.
Fushias are a favourite, I can't bear them. I'm not a fashion icon either but some of the gardens I see are yuck.
Lou, don't tell Lyn, but I'm with you on fushcias too.
B3 love London Pride, have loads now as I keep splitting them up. Reminds me of my Mum and my childhood garden.
Love fushias and crysaths. Remind me of my grandparents
just not right for my garden. My Gran sdidn't have any lavender or lavender purfume so I only think of bees and summer rather than old ladies.
Heathers are pretty as long as they are not those awful spray painted one sold as bedding plants in the autumn.
I love London Pride, it reminds me of my childhood and I never tire of looking really closely at the flowers.
Dahlias have been 'back' in a big way for years - about 15 years ago I remember everyone raving about Bishop of Llandaff, but people weren't looking beyond that one much. Now people seem to be much more open to them. I like them (again they remind me of my childhood) but I'm not big on stuff you have to dig up.
I always thnk of fuchsias as old fashioned, though I'm sort of fond of them in a nostalgic way. The only kind I would give garden room are the bushy, tiny flowered kind.
Pampas grass in the middle of the front garden, anyone?
Old fashioned flowers - as children we each had a tiny patch of earth in the garden to grow whatever we wanted to. I grew hollyhocks, my sister grew love in a mist Nigella. I found a sycamore seedling which I transplanted into my plot of earth. My brother & sister had done the same & eventually my father had their two sycamore trees transplanted - as they had grown into large trees so very quickly - I wonder what happened to my tree when we moved house?
True. London pride is all about childhood memories.
@r' s face.
I'm Dahlia daft. I have no idea how many I have. I just can't help buying more and more. Although I did buy three Glory of Heemstede last year and didn't like them so I gave them away.
Also Lilies, Hostas and Geraniums are welcome among others.
Wow Hostafan.......I am not alone
Pampas grass, don't even go there.